Archive for November, 2008

perfect world

«In a perfect world, spammers would get caught, go to jail, and share a cell with many men who have enlarged their penisses, taken Viagra and are looking for a new relationship.»

– (comment #22/mpf) *

jpggrl

«I need a girl whose name doesn’t end in .JPG»

– (found at law blog) *

bang bang

update: sometimes bad people have flickr to remove images; censorship? anyway, the image i would like to show in the first place isn’t available anymore, but maybe it returns.

taxi drivers little sista?

dngr

wmd

«[…] Pocket knives are tools. If you consider them to be weapons, certainly they are Weapons of minimal Destruction (WmD). […]»

– Xeni Jardin *

voodoo music from hell, from the lower east Side, from berlin

when i dance in the kitchen and drum the pans and clap my hands and scream «ayy!» and «oy!» it has one simple reason: i listen to music. good music. hot music. hot like hell. it’s like voodoo. i can’t control myself — i have to move, to stomp, to dance. listen to the beats, the voice, the words; right like now: Gogol Bordello from the Lower East Side, NY — russian-gypsy-dancehall-punk-dub-rock’n’roll:

BUT the real reason why i write right now is: Lota Red is playing on saturday. having a gig, a party, a big wild stampede. rockabilly at its best: from hell but hotter. melt my mind and let me swing’n’dance.

lotared-at-roadrunners.jpg

08.11.2008 · doors 9 pm
Lota Red
«Let’s rock this house» : 21st anniversary
Roadrunner’s Paradise
Saarbrücker Str.24, 10405 Berlin

be there or be square!

inside

«[…] Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.»

– Stephen King *

höhe

»zu hochfliegende pläne leiden oftmals auch unter der tatsache, daß in zu großer höhe der sauerstoff knapper wird.«

– willy meurer (fundstelle: kommentar bei blogsurdum)

lachen

»weißt du, wie du gott zum lachen bringen kannst? erzähl ihm deine pläne.«

– blaise pascal (gefunden bei blogsurdum)

umfallen

»Wenn der Horizont plötzlich steiler wird, fällst du um.«

sabbeljan